Chen Sanjun took out a box of tapes in a carton. There was no packaging or cover, but a white tape was pasted. "I owe a great favor from a buddy." As he said that, he opened the dual-stop recorder placed on an old cabinet, put the tape in, and pressed the play button. The rustling sound rang out, lasting for more than ten seconds, and the sound of manic drums and electric guitar rushed into his ears, stimulating the eardrums.

Zhou Aiguo was fascinated by the sound of hearing it, but Chen Sanjun seemed very dissatisfied and sighed and said, "It's much worse than foreign rock music. Our Chinese rock music still has a long way to go if we want to get out of our own style and enter the house."

Zhou Aiguo said dissatisfiedly: "Why don't I like to listen to you? Aurora is the top rock band in my country. It is the earliest sound of domestic rock music. It is the only rock band that has gone from underground to ground. Moreover, I heard that they have signed Ganwen Entertainment and will release an album next year."

Chen Sanjun curled his lips: "So what? Aurora has always imitated foreign smoke gun bands, and they are also imitated inappropriate. You have to know that not to mention a band, even a well-known singer, if he does not have his own style, he will die very quickly."

"Okay!" Zhou Aiguo said, "Even if what you said makes sense, let's not talk about Aurora. The sunbirds, ferries, locomotives, oxygen, these bands and combinations in Xiangjiang, dare you say no?"

Chen Sanjun said: "That's Xiangjiang, I'm talking about the country."

Zhou Aiguo said with a quarrel: "The people of Xiangjiang are also Chinese. Besides, the 97th is about to return."

Chen Sanjun said angrily: "Aren't you not returning yet? It doesn't count if you don't return."

Chen Chuan was so excited when he heard the two of them quarrel that there was a little deviation here. Another world, in the 1980s and 1990s, to be precise, in 1994, Chinese rock music reached its peak. In this world, rock music has not yet emerged from the Chinese style, and is still in a confused and exploring way. As for pop music, there is no shadow at all.

Thinking of this, my heart moved. Zhou Aiguo and Chen Sanjun, two guys, will form a group in a few years, and then run to the imperial capital. After more than ten years of floating, I saw that I was almost forty years old, and finally ran back without success. One rented a stall in the mall to sell underwear, and the other ran into a taxi. Life was so hungry that I could not die of starvation, but it was tight.

Now why not help them, set up a band and play with them, and then wait for the opportunity to set up an entertainment company. It doesn’t matter whether they make money or not, as long as they can disgust Sun Gan.

"It's on fire, the glass factory is on fire." Suddenly, there were shouts after shouting outside.

Chen Chuan suddenly looked up at the window. Because the window was leaking, there was a piece of plastic cloth inside, but because the sky was dark outside, you could still see the faint red light in the sky outside the window.

The three of them ran out and saw the fires rising into the sky in the northwest, red and red, reflecting half of the sky. Groups of men, women, young and old, holding basins, buckets, and shovels and pickaxes, ran over by their side.

It really started to burn, Chen Chuan suddenly shouted: "Hurry up, go and take a look." After that, he ran towards the glass factory.

When he knew he was in a specious world, he really didn't know whether the fire could still burn. Even if it started, he didn't think about meddling in other people's business. It was all his business.

Besides, he was carrying 50,000 yuan. As the saying goes, if people don’t care for themselves, they will be punished by heaven and earth. If the glass factory is not burned, the supply and marketing cooperative will not be sold. Even if there are investors, wherever he can make money. However, there are three lives left in it, and it must be stopped. This is his bottom line in life.

"Wait, I'll lock the door." Chen Sanjun rushed into the room, found the lock and locked the door, then threw away his thighs and chased after him.

The entire county town was filled with sirens, police cars, fire trucks and ambulances.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

When Chen Chuan, Zhou Aiguo and Chen Sanjun ran to the glass factory, three of the five oil tanks had already caught fire. Yang Chengguang, director of the county bureau, was shooting at the oil tank with several policemen, trying to release the oil to avoid explosion. But the small bullet hole was too limited in the amount of oil released.

"Have anyone withdrawn?" Yang Chengguang saw that he was unscrupulous, put away his gun and roared and asked Dong Chengbin, the deputy director who organized the evacuation of personnel.

Dong Chengbin wiped the sweat from his face: "Removed."

"Retreat, retreat five hundred meters. Hurry, the oil tank is about to explode." Yang Chengguang roared and waved his hand to retreat.

The fire is too big, and the fire truck cannot get close to it, and the oil tank catches fire, so water cannot be used to extinguish the fire. Therefore, we also retreat and try our best to control the spread of the fire on the periphery.

"Sun Dali, where is Sun Dali?" Zhao Fuguo, director of the production department, shouted.

"I didn't see it!"

"I didn't see it either!"

"I didn't see him all afternoon."

"This bastard, has he drunk too much again? Let's burn him to death." Zhao Fuguo cursed with a pale face and ran back, "There is one, and there is still one who hasn't come out."

"What?" Yang Chengguang and Dong Chengbin's faces also changed.

"Where is he?" Yang Chengguang asked.

Zhao Fuguo shook his head: "I don't know either."

"I'll go and have a look!" Dong Chengbin and a policeman said at the same time, turning around and trying to run back. A nurse heard a shout as soon as she turned around.

"Sun Dali is not in the factory." Chen Chuan ran over quickly, "At noon, I saw Sun Dali. He seemed to be drunk too much, and he was sleeping in a pile of firewood under the river bank.

"Really?" Zhao Guofu looked at Chen Chuan with a gloomy face. He didn't trust Chen Chuan's character very much. Because he had a daughter named Zhao Yuqing, he was very familiar with Chen Chuan. If Chen Chuan's name was Chen Qirong and the director of the supply and marketing cooperative, he would have broken Chen Chuan's legs long ago. He was a little slut, and he shamelessly wanted to marry her daughter, and he didn't look at his virtues. He was simply a toad who wanted to eat swan meat.

Chen Chuan looked at Zhao Guofu and said with a serious expression: "I know you are biased against me, but this is a matter of life. How could I joke?"

"Ha!" Zhao Guofu laughed sarcastically, just as he was about to say something, he heard a loud bang, and the ground under his feet shook violently.

The fire swept across the world. Even if it was two or three hundred meters apart, it could feel the burning pain in the skin. The air was instantly drained, causing everyone's breathing to stagnate.
Chapter completed!